Death Of A Giant

Black horse in the centre of the street

Marching solemnly in grief

While the Liffey leaves its sleep

Young band marching slowly on their feet

The canvas sings to the whole street

While the Shannon moves beneath, yeah

It was the death of a giant

The death of a giant

It was the death of a giant

The death of a giant

Black horse with black feathers on the head

Marked the permanence of death

As the Liffey moved, it wept

Young band marching slowly on their feet

The canvas sings the songs we seek

While the Shannon starts to weep, yeah

It was the death of a giant

The death of a giant

It was the death of a giant

The death of a giant